tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-464509310028636226.post6380582919391806857..comments2024-01-31T02:25:43.428+10:00Comments on Amarinda Jones: Body image...Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12012768592941285677noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-464509310028636226.post-88790854372281601742007-07-30T08:03:00.000+10:002007-07-30T08:03:00.000+10:00Damn straight CindyDamn straight CindyAnonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12012768592941285677noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-464509310028636226.post-38766582200139778892007-07-30T07:47:00.000+10:002007-07-30T07:47:00.000+10:00After spending all day yesterday with my thin brot...After spending all day yesterday with my thin brother who thinks that makes him better than me, I'm inclined to be really snotty about this.<BR/><BR/>Being healthy is important. Very few physicians are now admitting that the links between weight and other health factors may not be as straightforward and causal as they once believed. In other words, the weight issues may not be the cause but a symptom of the other problems.<BR/><BR/>In our society it is so very easy to look at the outside and make all kinds of judgements--especially about ourselves. Don't.<BR/><BR/>I'm lucky enough to have a husband who thinks I'm the hottest thing on 2 legs. He's insane, but that's okay, it works for me, even though he refuses to understand why I won't wear a bikini in public. On the other hand, I refuse to wear long pants when it's over 80 degress. People can cope with my pudgy legs. And I'm damn sure not giving up swimming, so I gues they'll have to deal with me in a swimsuit, too!Cindy Spencer Papehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01583236494759465431noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-464509310028636226.post-48517938075818601112007-07-30T05:24:00.000+10:002007-07-30T05:24:00.000+10:00I always thought soI always thought soAnonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12012768592941285677noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-464509310028636226.post-53195234131606153032007-07-30T05:01:00.000+10:002007-07-30T05:01:00.000+10:00That's the way to do it too. Work now, rest later....That's the way to do it too. Work now, rest later.<BR/><BR/>And don't we all sound wise on this blog? Bunch of clever women we are.Phoenixhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14947952583116323744noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-464509310028636226.post-8129439058631397962007-07-30T04:08:00.000+10:002007-07-30T04:08:00.000+10:00No one ever said life would be easy...here am I up...No one ever said life would be easy...here am I up at 4am to exercise before work to keep my weight in saome vague order. Why? Not because I care what anyone thinks. It's because I want to have to quality of life when I am older. Mind you when or if I hit 80, I'm just letting it all go to potAnonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12012768592941285677noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-464509310028636226.post-31109028945145302382007-07-30T02:11:00.000+10:002007-07-30T02:11:00.000+10:00heh-heh. Worship, eh? Nah, too much responsibility...heh-heh. Worship, eh? Nah, too much responsibility from the faithful. Not really into airbrushing either. Sad when we can't just be us.Anny Cookhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05305873753916213970noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-464509310028636226.post-3748125859844779002007-07-30T01:56:00.000+10:002007-07-30T01:56:00.000+10:00That voluptuous mother goddess was worshipped in a...That voluptuous mother goddess was worshipped in another time. Just born in the wrong era if you're looking for social praise. But Anny, it truly doesn't matter because the depth of your spirit is far more valuable than the shallow offerings of an airbrushed image.Phoenixhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14947952583116323744noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-464509310028636226.post-88009422434733909262007-07-29T23:44:00.000+10:002007-07-29T23:44:00.000+10:00I am always shocked when I catch a glimpse of myse...I am always shocked when I catch a glimpse of myself in a mirror. That is not who I am internally. That is not who I feel like externally. Who is that woman who really resembles the ancient mother goddess offerings? You know that one with voluptuous sagging breasts and big belly? Is that really me?Anny Cookhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05305873753916213970noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-464509310028636226.post-27517459200637660822007-07-29T21:50:00.000+10:002007-07-29T21:50:00.000+10:00A wonderful blog, of course. Don't you wish we cou...A wonderful blog, of course. Don't you wish we could translate our logical understanding of body image into an emotional truth? I would like to claim that I wake up every morning with the confidence of my statement when the fact is, I don't. I have my moments where I lift my nose at what others think of me. More often than not, I hear that voice in my head telling me I have nothing to be ashamed of or embarrassed about for not being a perfect image and go about my day feeling worthless despite it. I know it's not true as do you about yourself, but it's the inner nag we put on. Silence the nag.Phoenixhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14947952583116323744noreply@blogger.com